“Fuck, Ah gotta stop this, Ah gotta, can’t cum no more, I ain’t gonna have anythin’ left a me!”

Taylor really should have learned to keep his mouth shut, but when someone goes his whole life, being treated like a star, one tends to pick up a very large ego, and a certain sense of entitlement. However, making fun of people in high school isn’t the same as making fun of people in college–especially when the person you’re trying to tease is your professor.

“Ah didn’t…didn’t know bin’ this hairy could…could feel so nice though, ‘n who knew a gut could turn a guy on so much? Gotta–Gotta resist it, I can’t cum anymore, if Ah do, I don’t know what’s gonna happen. Maybe…maybe I’ll just tweak these thick nips a mine a bit…oh yeah, that feels real good…”

Dr. Ralston, Professor of History, wasn’t, perhaps, the kind of person you would expect to be a world renowned teacher and lecturer, with his tendency towards an unkempt look–but with tenure, he dressed in what was comfortable. However, when Taylor had seen the elderly man dressed in flannel and overalls approach the front of the class, and start speaking with a thick southern accent…well, he just couldn’t resist. No one else in the class had thought his joke funny, and Dr. Ralston had been unfazed, suggesting that Taylor could leave if he thought he had nothing to learn. Taylor had left–but Dr. Ralston still intended to teach the young man a lesson.

“Fuck, gittin’ close…mmm…aw yeah…just stroke it a little more, ‘n…’n…Gah!” Taylor said, milking his fourth load of the night out in front of the mirror, “No! No, fuck–Fuck!” He watched in the mirror as his already long hair and beard tangled down further and acquired a few strands of grey, and when he next opened his mouth, he saw that quite a few of them had gone missing. His football shirt and gym shorts shifted around his fattening body, becoming a set of grimy work gear he wore nearly all the time, and he grinned, licking his cum off his filthy palm. “Mmmm…finger lickin’ good!” he said with a guffaw, and tucked his cock back into his jeans. Still, he had to get to work down at the site, or the foreman would fire his ass. As he left, he happened to see his high school class ring–ah, those were the days! Too bad he hadn’t gone to college though–maybe he could have made something of himself.

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